lyrics

Win up ya body pon me

Ya lovin babygirl you know me need it

Need it

Let me fight for it me achieve it

I know a couple dudes who wanna elope

See the church said nope so the bros can’t cope

The bros can grope but the bros can’t cope

They’ve been in love and they’ve been addicted

Who said they shouldn’t? Benedict did

Cause in the holy land of the lord

He’s the holy landlord and dicks are evicted

Cause you can be a Benedict

If you’ve been a dick under Benedict

But you can’t have Benedict’s

Because there’s only one pope with only one dick, what?

Yeah, a dick on a pope is

Just like a soap on a rope

Cause it’s pointless unless in prison

how i wish the trees would swallow me

make me a forest

towards the president’s ass

towards me and you

me and you

me and you

and i love the way it feels

when you take the wheel

i know

you don’t

i’ll take all your time

there’s a bomb in my car

there’s a bomb in my car

there’s a bomb in my car

yo siempre lo doy

coge un trozo de mí

quédatelo pa' cuando no esté

seré tu reliquia

soy tu reliquia

i think the ground is pulling me down

i think my life is losing momentum

flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

eating seeds as a pastime activity

to hold you

i was beat with ukuleles

oh, songs are a hundred ugly babies

there are tears that i can’t cry

in the years you feel the most alone

lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

caressing its way across my chest

just tell me i’m yours

filled with the masses’ massive asses

classes past as fast as molasses

that you had lost control

working every night until the dawn